Don, a friend of Bud's, died last night in a motorcycle accident. He was driving down a four-lane highway, and a car pulled out of a gas station and into his path. From the looks of things, he never had time to react.
We didn't see Don often, but ironically, we'd just run into him a couple of times recently. He was on both the poker runs I wrote about over the past few weeks, and he actually helped organize the one that benefited the animal rescue. He was a good guy.
At the house, Gary and Jimmy put up more railing, and the painters continued to stain the deck. Bud used caulk to seal the backs of the lighting fixtures on the deck stairs. "Looks like the circus came to town," Bud said the first time we saw all the light leaking from the underside of the steps.
One of the electrician's helpers stopped by and apparently fixed the power to the dishwasher. But when I tried to test it, it didn't fill with water. Sigh. Back to the drawing board.
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